"Since you are a brother, why don't you ask him anything?"

"Are you going or not?" Ma Lan twitched the corners of his mouth. This kid is really naïve, this is in the army, and when he is not a Chang'an Ranger, even if he is a good brother, he may not be able to put his heart into his heart.

"I can't go!" Niu Xu smiled, shook his leather bag and said, "What to do with the head of this dead eunuch?" ”

"Take it out and bury it!"

Niu Xu walked out with Bian Lingcheng's head, Ma Ling shook his head, and took a team of personal soldiers out of the Governor's Mansion and came to the street market in Mulu City.

A dozen heads still have enough deterrent power, and in any case, there are many fewer Anxi athletes scurrying around the street.

There must be a cat on the Jiannan Road side, without Nanzhao with Tubo as a backer, why dare to confront Datang. Yang Guozhong went to Nanzhao this time, unless he was really an idiot, he would definitely succeed.

If Nanzhao's emergency military situation is simply fake, then Yang Guozhong's success is inevitable.

Thinking that Yang Guozhong was going to return to the court, Ma Lan felt tired and panicked in his heart. Originally, I thought that as long as I relied on continuous victories and could get enough support from Chang'an, at least before Li Longji's death, I would have no worries, and I would have seven or eight years to ignore the affairs of the court. And now it seems that this time is going to be greatly reduced.

That is, there is not much time left for yourself. The original plan was steady and steady, but I am afraid that it will be changed immediately.

You have to do more in a limited amount of time. In this way, no matter who takes over Hezhong in the future, he will not face too much pressure and bury all his efforts in a short period of time.

"It's just that in this way, I'm afraid bloodshed is inevitable!"

A group of Anxi athletes walked by on the street corner, and the surrounding Persians all had a look of humility on their faces, and they avoided it from afar. Ma Lan looked at these seven-foot-tall Angzang men and sighed in his heart.

The most unacceptable thing for him is the loss of the Han family's sons. At the beginning, when Sa Mojian was launched, he was hard to shake head-on with the big food soldiers, and it was a last resort. Since he returned to Anxi until now, he has never allowed the athletes to really fight the enemy, all by relying on the advantage of bows and crossbows.

Bingfa Qiangtang, most of the athletes who died were because of the qi epidemic, and only dozens of people really died in the battle, and in the battle of Wuhushui, none of the Anxi Jian'er were damaged, and only a dozen people died in Mulu, and all of them were cut off by Duan Xiushi.

had a mortal enmity with Yang Guozhong before, also because of the death of thirteen Anxi men. Every seven-foot-tall Anxi man is extremely precious in his eyes.

He wouldn't care if there were 10,000 deaths of an alien race, and the death of an Anxi athlete would make him extremely uncomfortable. This is his obsession, and it is his weakness.

This is a weakness, Ma Ling is very clear. However, there are not many Hanmin in Anxi, and the death of one is a loss for Datang.

In the past, it was nothing, but now that he heard the news of Yang Guozhong's resurgence, he understood that the athletes would be afraid of more bleeding in the future.

No matter how powerful the Yuan Rong crossbow is, it can't shoot through the fortified city. The Anxi Army's crossbow array can be described as invincible in the plain battle, but it is not suitable for attacking fortifications. This time, Mulu City was taken because Hajid stupidly buried all the elite soldiers by the Wuhu water. If Hajid defended Mulu City with 20,000 men, and with the many trebuchets in the city, Ma Lan would definitely not rashly attack the city.

However, Ma Lan understands that in the future, the Anxi army is afraid that it will inevitably attack and fight. This was something he had avoided in the past, but now he had to face it.

Settling immigrants, dividing the big food, everything needs to be done in a short time. The burden on the shoulders of this new army will be heavier in the future, and the days of doing nothing in the big city like this are obviously gone forever.

……

Under the city of Unah, there was already a river of blood.

Tian Mingyuan sat on horseback, looking at the ruined town in front of him, his face was extremely heavy.

This small city to the west of Wuhu Water is far away from the Tiemen Pass to the east of Wuhu Water, and it is about 20 days away from Tiemen Pass. This city originally belonged to the nine surnames of Zhaowu, but was later occupied by the Great Cannibals, and now there are no Sogdians in the city, all of them are Persian Mawari.

"General! There are only a few hundred remnants of enemies in the city, and there are so many of us who can go down in one go, why are we so hesitant? Captain Zhao Ji looked at Una Haocheng and said loudly.

Tian Mingyuan smiled bitterly: "Zhao Ji, only Lord Du Hu can be called a general, what kind of general am I!" Since the army entered the river, not a single person has been lost, and now I have led the army for half a month, and one hundred and ten brothers have been killed in battle, and this small city has lost nearly a hundred people! It is certainly pleasant to go down in one drum, but it will inevitably have to lose manpower and hurt dozens more, what face do I have to meet the general! ”

"It's only half a distance from Balhei now, and if I continue to fight like me, I don't know how many brothers will be lost back and forth. Zhao Ji, I really don't know what to do! ”

Zhao Ji looked at the corpses of the Persians on the ground and said, "If the general kills all the Persians around him at the beginning, and then threatens the people in the city to surrender, the people in the city may not dare to resist." Now that we have been fighting for three days, the blood feud has been settled, and where can the people in the city still believe us. It is no longer of any use to kill all these Persians outside the city. ”

Tian Mingyuan nodded, sighed and said, "It's just a small city, where did you expect it to be so troublesome!" My heart is still too soft, and this time is a lesson. The general said that it is better to teach people to be afraid, and not to teach people to bully, but what I understand is still not enough. ”

"What are the generals going to do now?" Zhao Ji asked.

Tian Mingyuan sighed and said: "The Persian thieves rely on dozens of catapults, and they can't attack it in a short time. I want Pegasus to go to Mulu City, and ask the general to decide this matter. ”

Zhao Ji shook his head and said, "No!" It will take ten days to go back and forth to Mulu, and if we delay here for ten days, we will have to return to the division if we can't beat Balhei. The general is just caring about human life, and hundreds of Persian thieves are alone, how can they not take it! The delay of the military aircraft is a big deal, and if it doesn't hit Barihei, it can't be connected with the small country at the southern foot of the Green Mountain, and it's a big thing to protect if it breaks. I would like to take this city with my own soldiers and horses as the general, and the general will just watch it. ”

Tian Mingyuan was silent for a long time and nodded.

Fight to Balhei and return to Mulu City within two months, this is the death order given by Lord Metropolitan Protection. Either way, it has to be done.

The Persian thieves in Unahao City are becoming more and more proficient in using trebuchets, and Zhao Ji will inevitably suffer casualties, but this can only be the case.

Since following Ma Lan, every Zhan Tian Mingyuan has been in the Chinese army, the closest to Ma Lan, and his personality has also been influenced by Ma Lan, and he cares very much about the lives of his athletes. But at this time, he had no other choice.

The scouts had news that many of the nearby Persian tribes had gathered their young men and gathered towards the city of Unaho. If the army is trapped under the fortified city, it will be the situation of the Battle of Talas again.

Of course, the army will not be defeated, but it will always take some effort.

Zhao Ji got the general to attack, and rushed out of the army with a regiment of 300 athletes, and rushed directly towards the city of Unaho. Above the city, the defending Persians suddenly shouted in chaos, and one after another catapults that had already been loaded with stone bullets adjusted their direction, and huge stone bullets smashed over one after another.

The range of this kind of catapult is nearly one mile, which is beyond the range of the Yuanrong crossbow, and the stone projectile weighing dozens of catties falls to the ground and is a big pit, and the momentum is extremely amazing. A stone bullet flew over Zhao Ji's head and fell into the charging cavalry, and suddenly the two knights and their horses fell to the ground, and the cavalry behind hurriedly avoided and continued to rush towards the city gate.

The Persians at the head of the city shouted loudly, and after a while, another wave of stone bullets flew over, this time Zhao Ji's department was extremely lucky, because the speed of the cavalry charge was too fast, the stone bullets actually all missed.

The distance of more than a mile was only a matter of a moment for the cavalry. A regiment of cavalry rushed to the city gate, all jumped down from the horses, and fired a volley at the head of the city with the Yuanrong crossbow, and dozens of Persians with their heads exposed within the range fell.

The city of Una Hao was built by the nine surnames of Zhaowu in that year, and there is a certain oriental style, and the whole city is small but quite solid. The city wall is more than a foot high, and it is not easy for heavy armored warriors to climb it.

The Persians near the gate did not dare to show their heads again, but shouted loudly behind them. In the distance, the Persians were short and swords, and quickly assembled towards the city gate. On several nearby horses, the Persians roared and turned their trebuchets towards the city gates.

"Send me up!" Zhao Ji held the Mo sword in his hand, was wearing heavy armor, jumped off the war horse and roared. The two burly soldiers jumped down, lifted Zhao Ji and roared angrily, and suddenly threw Zhao Ji towards the city.

At this moment, the stone throwers on several horses started again, and several huge live bombs flew over, some of which smashed directly on the city, but two fell under the city gate.

Zhao Ji's subordinates had already dismounted their war horses and gathered together, and one of the stone bullets fell into the crowd, scurrying around in the crowd with huge strength, and killed several Anxi athletes.

The Persians at the head of the city were also killed by their own stone bullets, and Zhao Ji fell better, and when he was in the air, Mo's knife was swung out, cutting off several heads.

The Persians reacted at this time, stood up and shouted and rushed towards Zhao Ji, Zhao Ji swung his knife and cut down two more, took a few steps back against the battlement, and the knife in his hand danced like the wind.

The two strong men under the city gate roared angrily, and threw several heavily armored soldiers up, and several people quickly joined Zhao Ji, and suddenly opened a gap in the city wall.

There are more than these two athletes with brute strength, and when they see this, they are all concocted in the same way, and they work together to send the robe to the city. A dozen or so athletes stood firm on the city walls, and they were immediately invincible, and the Persians who approached were all split in half.

Soon the Persians above the city gate had been cleared, and a dozen more warriors had climbed the wall. Zhao Ji gave an order, and a team of athletes rushed down, killing all the Persians behind the city gate, and then removed the heavy objects to open the city gate. (To be continued.) )